I loved Jenny Bellay in the role of mother. And, especially, her charming french.
I loved the wise use of cliches.
And the portrait of dumb friend of Christophe.
And, not the last, the end.
A middle age woman, inspired performed by Laurence Cote and her provocative life, between the care for her venerable mother, the delicate situation of her sister and the eccentric news of her cousin who seems create a story for convince her to accept, for a time, to be guest of his son.
But, no doubts, the end is the precious gift , presumed confirmation of story, presumed expression of fatigue or only the refuge after a very tough day.
I loved the wise use of cliches.
And the portrait of dumb friend of Christophe.
And, not the last, the end.
A middle age woman, inspired performed by Laurence Cote and her provocative life, between the care for her venerable mother, the delicate situation of her sister and the eccentric news of her cousin who seems create a story for convince her to accept, for a time, to be guest of his son.
But, no doubts, the end is the precious gift , presumed confirmation of story, presumed expression of fatigue or only the refuge after a very tough day.